Post by The Doctor on May 1, 2009 18:42:13 GMT -5
[alight this is a possible skit I tossed together. Comments would be nice.]
Doctor: [walks out] Oh look it’s a stage. A very big stage, a stagy sort of stage. Makes you want to recite Shakespeare or something.
Companion: [already on stage and sees Doctor] Oh look who arrived the guy with the big blue box….
Doctor: She’s a TARDIS. That’s Time And---
Companion: Time And Relative Dimensions In Space. TARDIS. It’s on google.
Doctor: Wait, I’m on google?
Companion: Yep, all over the net actually.
Doctor: I thought I told Mickey to delete that stuff….
Companion: Blame the BBC. Hey I got some questions for you. [goes on without asking permission] What did the Nuclear Physicist have for lunch?
Doctor: What did he have?
Companion: Fission Chips.
Doctor: More like what did Rose Tyler have for lunch….
Companion: You really miss her don’t you?
Doctor: [nods looking away]
Companion: Well how about….. what did the thermometer say to the graduated cylinder?
Doctor: I’m hotter than you? I can stand the hottest deserts the coldest plains….
Companion: Noooo…… it said, "You may have graduated but I've got many degrees."
Doctor: Yeah well i have doctorates in everything.
Companion: [after a while] Did you know that the Official Unabashed Scientific Dictionary defines black holes as what you get in black socks?
Doctor: How absurd; holes in your socks. Nothing to do with the science at all. [meanwhile companion is handing him talking on forever with possible sock puppet of Doctor] Black holes are like the universes bingers. They feed on everything, taking in feasts of matter, light, everything in sight. You can’t see them, their silent stalkers of the universe. Eating away producing energy clouds and breaking down physical formulas down at the core of singularity….well theoretically that is. See Time Lord Mathematics and Physics is a whole other animal. [notices what companion is doing] Are you mimicking me? With a sock puppet?
Companion: Maybe…. [quickly stuffs it away and dashes off stage]
Doctor: It seems I have somehow offended him/her. [shrugs] Oh for a muse—wait that’s Shakespeare. Did I ever tell you I met Shakespeare? [pause] Never mind. Same point sort of. Ces’t la vie. Right do any of you know which way is the nearest chip shop?
Companion: [from backstage] DOCTOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Doctor: Right sorry never mind the chips I got to go. Someone’s calling me. [runs off opposite direction from companion, comes back running across stage and stops] Well so long for now. It’s never really goodbye with me. [Waves to audience briefly and Doctor realizes that he needs to go. Doctor runs off and scene]
Doctor: [walks out] Oh look it’s a stage. A very big stage, a stagy sort of stage. Makes you want to recite Shakespeare or something.
Companion: [already on stage and sees Doctor] Oh look who arrived the guy with the big blue box….
Doctor: She’s a TARDIS. That’s Time And---
Companion: Time And Relative Dimensions In Space. TARDIS. It’s on google.
Doctor: Wait, I’m on google?
Companion: Yep, all over the net actually.
Doctor: I thought I told Mickey to delete that stuff….
Companion: Blame the BBC. Hey I got some questions for you. [goes on without asking permission] What did the Nuclear Physicist have for lunch?
Doctor: What did he have?
Companion: Fission Chips.
Doctor: More like what did Rose Tyler have for lunch….
Companion: You really miss her don’t you?
Doctor: [nods looking away]
Companion: Well how about….. what did the thermometer say to the graduated cylinder?
Doctor: I’m hotter than you? I can stand the hottest deserts the coldest plains….
Companion: Noooo…… it said, "You may have graduated but I've got many degrees."
Doctor: Yeah well i have doctorates in everything.
Companion: [after a while] Did you know that the Official Unabashed Scientific Dictionary defines black holes as what you get in black socks?
Doctor: How absurd; holes in your socks. Nothing to do with the science at all. [meanwhile companion is handing him talking on forever with possible sock puppet of Doctor] Black holes are like the universes bingers. They feed on everything, taking in feasts of matter, light, everything in sight. You can’t see them, their silent stalkers of the universe. Eating away producing energy clouds and breaking down physical formulas down at the core of singularity….well theoretically that is. See Time Lord Mathematics and Physics is a whole other animal. [notices what companion is doing] Are you mimicking me? With a sock puppet?
Companion: Maybe…. [quickly stuffs it away and dashes off stage]
Doctor: It seems I have somehow offended him/her. [shrugs] Oh for a muse—wait that’s Shakespeare. Did I ever tell you I met Shakespeare? [pause] Never mind. Same point sort of. Ces’t la vie. Right do any of you know which way is the nearest chip shop?
Companion: [from backstage] DOCTOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Doctor: Right sorry never mind the chips I got to go. Someone’s calling me. [runs off opposite direction from companion, comes back running across stage and stops] Well so long for now. It’s never really goodbye with me. [Waves to audience briefly and Doctor realizes that he needs to go. Doctor runs off and scene]
